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Ditto to that. Toothpaste... Such a wondrous and useful thing with so many unexpected uses. XD

Especially with the Doctor about. XD

Thank you! Fucking thank you for that. A crime should be a crime regardless of who did what to whom.
Yes it is libel to print an opinion that may not be true as if it were a fact or to print a lie as if it were the fact. Slander is its spoken equivilence. They exsist to protect people's reputations and memory from such acts.
Which does nothing to fix the problem, only cover it with a thin veneer and say there. It's all better now. No, it's not. Ignoring the issue doesn't make it go away. Racism is a minor form of xenophobia and all groups suffer from it. To be honest, it's a double standard as well. If you are of a group that is seen as an "oppresive majority" you are expected to follow it. If you are from a minority you are not. If you are disabled you are not while a perfectly healthy person is. This doesn't work. Legislating politeness and any from of kindness isn't a government's job.
It is to:
1. Make sure the country runs and doesn't go bankrupt
2. Provide for national defense
3. Resolve disputes between regions if they can't do it themselves
4. Deal with international trade agreements and disputes
The fact is, the politeness isn't becoming second nature. It's a forced attitude that you have to conciously think about everytime you open your mouth. Even some of these "pc terms" are viewed as offensive to some groups. That's why is still a self-defeating thing. It fixes nothing, doesn't become second nature, and only makes others aware of the differences that could bother them but isn't supposed to. It's not just about speech, a majority of its proponents want to dictate it to the thought level as well. I believe a person's thoughts and opinions are their own, even if I personally believe they stink. Opinions and assholes after all.
To be painfully honest, it's all the same at its core. People protesting and stating their beliefs. It doesn't matter what is being said, the actions and intent are the same. To have your views known and to try and provoke change. There are many types of protest to be sure, but they share this at their core.
However, to back up wasn't addressed. Governments shouldn't be trust with the level of power to restrict such things because protests and opposition to them are usually some of the first things they gun after. No, I trust no corporate entity to not abuse power wether it be religious, governmental, or business. There are too many examples of such power being used to restrict what they don't want.
Why should one group of people be more special and of more concern than another? No one deserves to be harassed and harassment is a crime that can be reported. No one is more special than anyone else. True equality is when everyone is treated the exact same in the eyes of the law, job requirements, and education. That person can be taken to task for harassing the other, although that doesn't mean he deserves less protection under the law than the others. For legal matters, I honestly believe the gender, race, and prefences should never even have to be put down period. Still, few people hold this view it seems.
You may not like his works, he uses very sexual and depraved means of it at times to state things. It can be seen as glorifing it, but it was used to express libertine political, social, and religious views. He was imprisioned a few times for his writings.
That is a problem that well... There's no real good answer to. I don't believe schools and government are the ones to do it. I don't know who should try, maybe people willing to be mentors.

Everyone has a right to their own beliefs and opinions. Sometimes writing horrid and controversial things is a catharic thing, maybe even symbolic. It doesn't justify the actions in real life or even make them acceptible. That is the difference. I don't expect it to ever be any otherwise.
Words can hurt yes, but that is the risk you take to be able to speak your own mind as well. I've lived having to watch every word I say for years and I fucking hated it. It wasn't because I was in another country or trying to be nice, no it was out of fear for my mental health and well being. I was put down and degraded for contrary opinions for that period and it was a necessity to bite my tongue and not argue back. Many other people live through simillar conditions if not worse still. That's why I feel so strongly that is a right everyone has. Living without it makes you realize what it really meant.
If it offends you, well bravo for speaking up about it. I fully support your right to do so. Your reasonings do have some sense, and I can admit there are crueller people than some and even those more sensitive than others. The issue would be where do we draw the line? Do we do it for the majority or a minority that is more sensitive and easily hurt or offended? That would have to be answered.
Also in fictional writings, how do you determine what is and isn't acceptible. Not everything that has a controversial topic in it is glorifying it. Sometimes it showing an ugly side of it, sometimes even demonizing it. It can be used to show the corruption of a character or even how evil they can be. They do have a legitimate purpose and place still. That's not glorifying or making them seem acceptible, that's using them as a tool to show a down slide or cruelty. How would this figure into some of what you said? I am honestly curious on what you think about this side of it.
Tl:Dr- Living without freedom of speech sucked and those horrid things can be used to show cruelty and corruption as well as not being used to glorify things. Bravo for speaking your mind, first off. Second off, how would such uses fit in to how you feel?

I believe that the Chik-fil-a issue has been blown out of proportion by not only the people, but also the media. All people are entitled to their opinion but it is up to the person receiving the message to understand if it is 'right' or 'wrong' due to their own moral codes. Gay Marriage is a huge issue across the board and multiple foundations that are against it (for example: Religious institutes, Urban Outfitters, Wal-Mart, Exxon Mobile, Salvation Army source ) have been boycotted against and havoc wrecked. It was now Chik-fil-a's turn to be in the hot seat.
Why? Because of his [Cathy's] opinion, to which he is entitled. Not everyone is all hunky-dorry about Gray Marriage, and should also have that right to state their opinion when asked. To me, it looks like a political mud slinging war except with humans rights (which we've had plenty recently, especially with other issues including birth control and abortion trying to be outlawed). I'm sure not many have heard of how much the LDS church was against gay marriage, or the THOUSANDS of dollars they donated against gay marriage for Prop8 in California. So what makes Chik-fil-a so different for the other organizations donated against gay marriage? Nothing.
I think the whole issue was handled like a child throwing a tantrum. They're against gay marriage, so what? That's their opinion and right to be against it. Not everyone believes the same thing, which is called diversity! Without diversity, we'd all be the same mindless clones. So, what is it people expect? All these ideas of wanting to be 'equal' yet being a hypocrite when someone expresses their rights. If you don't like it, then don't support it.
When I find out that a company or corporation is against something I find morally unethical, I stop supporting that company. I don't make a HUGE deal out of it, drag it through the media, or take pictures of myself protesting/eating at company.
The only issue I was a little irritated about was the lie about the Jim Henson Company by Chik-fil-a claiming the toys were recalled due to them being unsafe for children. Why not be truthful and state the Henson Company does not want to do business with Chik-fil-a due to their opinion?
On a business perspective, it was a bad move. I wouldn't have brought my personal opinion to light, but ironically it worked in their favor (their company got media attention, and sales rose due to the 'war' of protest/supporting the company).
But when it comes down to it, I think this media war was used to get people's minds focused on that instead of real issues at hand. There are other issues that people should be standing up against instead of over a company donating or opinion. What about current bills or executive orders being passed under our noses? Has anyone heard or read about the UN Gun Control Treaty? What about the health care issues? Or the woman's right issues going on in America right now? What about the next Presidential election?
Interesting Sources or Links:
Gun Control Treaty
Chik-fil-a Opinion Blog

Okay so if you havent heard, Dan Cathy who is the president of Chick Fil a said he doesnt approve same sex marriage. Now everyone is either protesting or boycotting Chick Fil a. One company even pulled their toys from them because of his comments. here is a link to one of the many stories about it:
http://www.cnn.com/2012/07/27/us/chick-fil-a-controversy/index.html?eref=rss_mostpopular
Now I approve of same sex marriages and all but i dont see the point of boycotting or protesting infront of any resturants. Everyone has their own opinions and whatnot and I am sure everyone that works for Chick Fil-a does or doesn't agree with Dan Cathy. I many not agree with what he said but I will not make the company suffer for one mans stupid comment. I will continue to eat there.
So I was just wondering what you all thought of this.

I won't weigh in, but I will remind anyone that posts to this topic that hate mongering and/or flaming is strictly prohibited. If you are going to discuss, please ensure you remain polite and respectful to all when voicing your opinion!

It was his opinion, now to be honest I'm looking up the context in which it came out. Just because it's not a popular opinion doesn't make it invalid or wrong per say. You don't have to like milk or a color but that's not the end of the world.
Yes, it seems some people were offended. Good, they do need to exercise that right but they can't police the thoughts of others. If you choose to not support a business because of company policies fine. If because of how they feel, that's your prerogative. Although, I sadly feel that the majority of the LGBT protesters have in the past been their own worst enemies. To want to be equal in the eyes of the law is good. Forcing everyone to like you and what you do behind closed doors is another thing. There's nothing wrong with not agreeing with everyone. It seems that the world has forgotten that at times. That freedom goes both ways.
EDIT:
Okay, seems that the original statement came from an interview for a religious publication. Yes, it was in context for the values the owner upholds. Bully for him, don't be afraid to think and feel what you will. However, it doesn't mean you won't get served or hired if you don't completely agree with him.
Guy has an opinion. I have an opinion. I also have an asshole. I do believe most human beings do... They all stink.
"I may not agree with a word you say, but I will defend your right to say it."
That should sum it up. Can we get that quote republished across the country again? It's obvious they need to read it.

It was his opinion, now to be honest I'm looking up the context in which it came out. Just because it's not a popular opinion doesn't make it invalid or wrong per say. You don't have to like milk or a color but that's not the end of the world.
Yes, it seems some people were offended. Good, they do need to exercise that right but they can't police the thoughts of others. If you choose to not support a business because of company policies fine. If because of how they feel, that's your prerogative. Although, I sadly feel that the majority of the LGBT protesters have in the past been their own worst enemies. To want to be equal in the eyes of the law is good. Forcing everyone to like you and what you do behind closed doors is another thing. There's nothing wrong with not agreeing with everyone. It seems that the world has forgotten that at times. That freedom goes both ways.
EDIT:
Okay, seems that the original statement came from an interview for a religious publication. Yes, it was in context for the values the owner upholds. Bully for him, don't be afraid to think and feel what you will. However, it doesn't mean you won't get served or hired if you don't completely agree with him.
Guy has an opinion. I have an opinion. I also have an asshole. I do believe most human beings do... They all stink.
"I may not agree with a word you say, but I will defend your right to say it."
That should sum it up. Can we get that quote republished across the country again? It's obvious they need to read it.

Everyone has a right to their own beliefs and opinions. Sometimes writing horrid and controversial things is a catharic thing, maybe even symbolic. It doesn't justify the actions in real life or even make them acceptible. That is the difference. I don't expect it to ever be any otherwise.
Words can hurt yes, but that is the risk you take to be able to speak your own mind as well. I've lived having to watch every word I say for years and I fucking hated it. It wasn't because I was in another country or trying to be nice, no it was out of fear for my mental health and well being. I was put down and degraded for contrary opinions for that period and it was a necessity to bite my tongue and not argue back. Many other people live through simillar conditions if not worse still. That's why I feel so strongly that is a right everyone has. Living without it makes you realize what it really meant.
If it offends you, well bravo for speaking up about it. I fully support your right to do so. Your reasonings do have some sense, and I can admit there are crueller people than some and even those more sensitive than others. The issue would be where do we draw the line? Do we do it for the majority or a minority that is more sensitive and easily hurt or offended? That would have to be answered.
Also in fictional writings, how do you determine what is and isn't acceptible. Not everything that has a controversial topic in it is glorifying it. Sometimes it showing an ugly side of it, sometimes even demonizing it. It can be used to show the corruption of a character or even how evil they can be. They do have a legitimate purpose and place still. That's not glorifying or making them seem acceptible, that's using them as a tool to show a down slide or cruelty. How would this figure into some of what you said? I am honestly curious on what you think about this side of it.
Tl:Dr- Living without freedom of speech sucked and those horrid things can be used to show cruelty and corruption as well as not being used to glorify things. Bravo for speaking your mind, first off. Second off, how would such uses fit in to how you feel?

Lycan ducks and weaves and just once thrusts with the sharp weapon in her grasp. Going wide of her target and seeing an opportunity to strike with her closed fist, which she takes right to the impossibly high cheek bone of the woman in front of her. Thinking that it might make some sort of dent, she's right it does cause a few breakages... Mostly to her fingers but at least she managed to break something. Privately she was going to call it an achievement and move on.
Stepping back she switches her blade of her less dominant hand and tyres to shake out the persistent ache through her fingers, while still trying to stay out of slashing distance. Slowly she was beginning to learn either that multi tasking wasn't part of her skill set or she was out matched in this confrontation.
A leg springs out from... well nowhere. There was no conceivable way that her opponent could have raised her staff to strike and dropped into a sweep at the same time. It was just imposable. Yet Lycan still ended up flat on her back and having to roll out of the way so that crescent moon blade didn't slice her in two.
Coming to land once more on her back she takes a moment to look at the high ceiling, was this girl indestructible or was it just Lycan's imagination?
Above her the light catches auburn locks as a woman passes into her sight, another blond held in an unyielding grip. “Either hide somewhere good or get inventive. Don't try to fight 'em traditionally, they plan ahead and will always counter any expected move.”
Lycan then groans to herself, her back already aching as she pushes it into an arch to throw herself onto her front and up onto her knees. Inventive? She could do that right? The sound of nothing but wind blowing between her ears was less than a comfort. Did it count as inventive if she found a really, really original place to hide?
Slowly Lycan turns her gaze to the blond woman who just moments ago had been handing her, her ass on a sliver platter, to find her just standing there. “What are you doing?” Lycan asks, knowing she's pushing her luck, she should just be glad of the short respite not questioning the bloody thing.
“I am waiting for you to stand.” The blond says, almost bouncing up and down with excitement. “So we may continue or epic battle to the death.”
“Uh huh.” Lycan's eyebrow rises high on her forehead. “So let me get this straight.” With much effort and every bone screaming in protest the werewolf clambers to her feet. “You're only fighting me, 'cause I started fighting you?”
“And for the victory of our great and powerful mistress.” If that constantly bubbly smile didn't drop the fuck off this bimbos face Lycan had the distinct impression that she was going to lose her temper. Which judging by the current state of her mangled fingers, would in no way be a good thing. “Now raise your weapon, we must continue this battle.”
“Oh hell no.” Managing to resist the urge to throw her seemingly useless sword over her shoulder – but only just – she takes a moment to sheath it, an action that only proves to be hampered by it begin clasped in an unfamiliar hand. After some decidedly uncoordinated movement it drops into the scabbard and both of Lycan hands land at her hips. The nice redhead had said to be inventive. That was more than just a little broad and so far all she could think about was the tumble weed being blown about in the creative portion of her mind.
“No, no, no.” The blond yelled. “We must resume.”
“No! Play time is over!” She was cold. She was tired and fucking hungry. The new injury on her hand only adding to her crankiness. Lycan's head then tilts in a very canine way as her opponent flinches at the tone of her voice. No! There was no way that, that was going to work. Was there? Not really thinking it through the werewolf presses forward and lifts a hand from her hips to wag a finger in a highly disapproving manor. “I've had just about enough of all this prancing about! Violence for the sake of violence! It is completely pointless and without merit!”
“But...” Lycan's opponent begins to try and get a word in edgeways.
Only to be cut off by the werewolf. “Are you contradicting me?!” Lycan takes a step forward, more than a little pleased when the blond takes a corresponding one back and dropping the staff in her grip to play idly with the pointed crescent moon blade. Shyly shaking her head back and forth. “You had best not be.” The volume of Lycan's voice was starting to taper off, even if she kept the assertive tone running through it.
“I'm not.”
Was that disobedience? Apparently shouting was the best way to go. “What did you say!?”
The blond takes a step back, looking to almost shrink into herself keeping her eyes firmly fixed to her weapon which was currently only proving to be a distraction so she didn't have to look into Lycan's eyes. “Nothin'.”
“You know what. I don’t even want to look at you any more.” With a flurry of movement Lycan points off in the vague direction of a door. Any door. “Go to you room!”
Still this woman tries to disagree. “But...” Only to be cut off once more.
“No. No arguing. You go straight to your room and you do not come back out until I say so. Are we clear?”
Apparently the air of authority was enough as the other woman stubbed the carpet with her toe in a very childish manner before tuning and heading in the vague direction the werewolf was pointing in. Lycan had no idea if this woman a) had a room in which to go to or b) if it was in that direction but she was leaving and Lycan was still standing. Surly that was enough to chalk it up to a win.

Jem was having a fine time once her con badge appeared and somehow managed to fingale some swag while she was at it (i.e. a bag filled of goodies and a map/schedule). Yes, the fae was looking quite forward to maybe hitting a few of the panels as well. Still, she found time to go about talking to several of the people there. Some of them were old friends from a few fan clubs she had been in, quite fun to go around with. Others had been fellow fan-folk hoping to write their ideas and maybe get published. Well, it came out if you could talk to them for more than ten minutes on their preferred topics.
It may have bored some, but if one could put up with a rather active little child- one could deal with a rabid fan. Still, she managed to talk a few out of rather bad habits and work on expanding them to better ones. Yes, basing character traits on things you know was good- but mix it up. Self insertion was not the greatest of ideas, but it could be a base to create a much more fleshed out character if you were willing to turn it into one instead of yourself. A beginnger's mistake, but not the end of the world. There were also talks about character flaws and using table top games as a reference for reasonable abilities. No gain without pain and effort after all. The costumed woman was quite happy she managed to get invited to join several games running in the game room because of this!
What? She enjoyed being at a table with others working on things...
She wasn't expecting to run into an Indiana Jones that was only a little taller than her head on. Sadly, she knew this one...
"Ari... Ari."
The fae nearly jumped out of her skin as two rather strong arms wrapped around her for a moment before starting to squeeze her to death. Oh no! No... Nononononono... Shit.
"Ari, you're alright. I need to talk to you now."
She winced as she was pulled behind the man who lightly whispered another name. He left no room to escape or argue until they found a quiter room, the business center.
"Ari, you need help. You can't keep living in your delusions and where is our daughter. It's not healthy for her to think she's not human. For the love of God, woman, are you trying to drive me nuts?!"
The fae winced as the loving tones from before turned harsh. How could he do this to her again? She left him... Why wasn't she fighting back...
"Say something. I'll let you see a doctor this time and take the meds if it will help. Just please, come back to reality... You're my wife, we should be together. Now where is our child!"
Despite the words maybe being considerate, the tone was overbearing and decisive. Something inside of her just snapped at that moment. Years of this, she walked away from years of this to protect her daughter from being damaged. No more, no fucking more.
"With my mother, where I come from. No. You will NOT find her here because I'm NOT from here! I'm not keeping her from you, just letting her find out about ALL of her heritage before you try to hurt her by saying she's something she's not! I divorced you! Let me go!"
"Me, hurt our daughter?! You're more of the danger with your delusions! You are human Ari. Accept it."
"Let. Me. GO!"
"No. You will stay here and talk this over like an adult before we go home."
The arguement may have continued if it hadn't been for a nodachi attempting to bisect the rather annoyed and irrate fae. One thing you could say about the jackass she was unfortunately unable to fall out of love with, he had decent reflexes. She found herself pushed behind him as he turned both of them to face a sailor-fuku suited blonde.
"Such imperfections. You have ruined too many of my lady's attempts this day. Stand and face me, but such hideousness shouldn't exsist. I will purify the world to a better place. Now, fight like the cowardly and honorless dog you are."
Jem blinked as she saw a secondary door to another hallway. She had to get out and she couldn't leave him here... She couldn't. "Just run.... Now!" She tried to slam a shield up between them and the blonde demon from hell. Dragging him behind her wasn't easy as for a moment he seemed ready to place a few rounds in her. "No guns allowed remember!"
"Fuck. Head to the car, I have it there."
"No! She's just sick... "
"Ari! This isn't the time to worry about those things! She tried to fucking kill you!"
"You don't know what's going on! Just run until I can think of someway to get through to her!"
"You're crazy! This way, I've parked out here!"
Sadly, he was stronger than her, enough so that he could move her towards the parking lot. He did know the layout better than she did.
"Dammit! NO!" However, by this point her throat was starting to hurt from arguing while running and he had managed to reverse their situation to where he had her by the wrist and was nearly jerking her arm off. Jem had to sigh as her day just got worse, another sailor-suited blonde appeared with a rather hi-tech looking riffle. Fuck.
The first round richoted around them until they had to duck in an empty room, a man's restroom oddly enough. Her ex was cussing up a storm as he moved as much as he could in front of the door. She did the only thing she could think of and errected a shield in front of it and prayed for a miracle.

Sanura ran as quickly could to keep up with the small cat who was sprinting between people, Damn it she couldn't move as quickly as he could and she couldn't run through walls.
There was only one Fae she knew, Jem damn it what had she gotten herself into this time?
She pulled her mask off and stuffed it into her bag and kept chasing after him. Excusing herself to different people as she bumped into them.
“Damn it Jem, where are you?”
She tried to use her cell phone, hoping to get a hold of one of the others. Rae's phone didn't respond, she was the one closest wasn't she? She was supposed to still be in Cal. She tried calling Jem but after three rings it cut off abruptly.
That could not be good.
He disappeared into the wall.
“Fuck!” she hissed. She couldn't follow him through the wall but when she saw where he'd gone she realized she wouldn't have to, it was a hallway a sign that read 'Restrooms.'
When she was in the hall she heard the thudding noise of someone trying to break down a door. She turned to a secondary hall and saw a blond woman with her hair done in meatball style tails in a short sailor moon outfit and red boots that were currently kicking in the men's bathroom door down. A few more kicks and she'd be through but something seemed to be keeping her from accomplishing it.
“Do you really think that you'll stop me?' She heard her yell. “Did you really think that you could try and stop the inevitable and not pay for it you stupid bitch?”
Sanura heard a loud hissing from the bathroom. Her energy creature was angry, he was probably in the middle of changing. Fuck that wasn't good either, he could get pretty big if the aggression level got bad enough.
What the HELL was going on?!!
Sanura pulled out her gun, knowing it was dangerous to do in public but she didn't have time to be subtle.
It was crazy to do it against a Tzu, they were a hell of a lot more dangerous but something didn't' seem completely right with this one. A Tzu shouldn't have so much trouble with a door, even with an interference in it.
When the Tzu went to kick the door again Sanura took her chance, pulling the Tzu's balance backwards and turning her attention away from the bathroom door.
“who the hell are you!?” The Tzu spat.
“No one you're going to know for long.” Sanura growled back. The Tzu didn't look as composed as the ones she'd fought before had. Sanura gave her a leering smile. “You're not the real deal.”
“How dare you!” She snarled pointing her rifle right at Sanura.
“See, if you were the full thing you'd have killed me by now.” Sanura shot. The Tzu shot a round at her but Sanura's reflexes were faster, she dodged the rounds and moved in closer and used her free hand to grab the Tzu's forearm, digging her thumb into the pluck string and moving her fingers back and forward viciously.
The Tzu held her ground, trying to keep a grip of her rifle and started using the butt of the rifle to get Sanura off her. Sanura kept going moving her gun to aim right at the Tzu's heart. The Tzu kicked and opened her mouth to say something and Sanura took her last opportunity, she moved in close holding the Tzu still for only a second. Pressing her lips against the blond's, catching the woman completely off guard long enough to remove the rifle from her hands.
The Tzu made a little sound and Sanura's eyes stared at her in a very predatory way. The green in her eyes darkened and she breathed into the Tzu's mouth then pulled back with the rifle in hand.
The Tzu stared at her angrily. “How dare you.”
“Yeah, that wasn't good for me either.” Sanura confessed. “Don't worry you won't want to worry about that, I'd worry about how your going to spend your last few moments.”
the Tzu didn't answer, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she collapsed.
Sanura sighed, she could still hear her creature hissing and growling in the bathroom meaning that whatever was going on Jem was still in danger. She focused on the unconscious Tzu and with a flick of her hand caused the body to dissolve into light.
She turned to the door and tried to pushed the door open but it was jammed shut. Sanura was getting impatient.
“Jem, let me the fuck in!” She growled loudly.
“I can drop the shields, give me a minute with the chairs. I didn't put them there.” She heard her call back. “Is the shooter gone?”
“I killed her.” Sanura assured. There was a silent moment before she heard.
“SAN!” Jem shreked from the other side of the door. “I was trying to figure out a way to help her.”
“Jem! She was trying to kill you.” Sanura reminded her. “I'm coming in.”
She could hear a man cussing, demanding for answers and sounding very agitated.
Sanura felt the subtle drop of the shield and with a front kick she broke the door open. She stormed in ready to attack whoever was hurting Jem and was surprised to find her cat twice as big as she was growling at a man in an Indiana Jones costume.
He had a very tight grip on Jem, pulling on her arm and Sanura could tell it was causing her a lot of pain.
'Let her go.” Sanura instructed seriously. Pointing the rifle at him. Her gun near the door.
“This is none of your business.” He said in a matter of fact tone. “What happens between between me and my wife is none of your concern, now Ari we're leaving.”
“The hell I am!” Jem yelled.
“What the hell are you in the middle of?” He demanded. Sanura pointing the rifle at him.
“I'm saving idiots from themselves!” Jem shot back.
You need to see a doctor now, this isn't healthy. We'll go to the cops, whoever trying t hurt you will be caught I promise.”
“You aren't leaving with her.” Sanura said calmly, her tone firm and in control.
“Listen, no one asked you and whatever you've put into my wife's head you're going to regret. Ari I don't want you ever seeing this woman again.”
'I divorced you.” Jem screamed.
“I never signed the papers.” He growled.
“The courts pushed it through.” She reminded him.
Sanura interjected. “Look, Jem whatever personal issues you guys have they'll have to wait, actually I could take care of it for you right now.”
“what do you mean?” The Fae asked her.
“I can shoot him and no one would ever know.”
Jem's head dropped. “No, you can't do that.”
She's right, you can't. The large animal growled.
“No one asked you.” Sanura shot at her creation.
The man looked serious. 'Ari, get behind me. We're leaving and we'll get your friend help too.”
“No I'm perfectly fine. Shouldn't you be getting behind me? You are the one she'd going to shoot after all?” Jem said.
I could eat him.
“No you can't eat him, you'd end up draining his energy and people could actually see you not the kind of attention we're after. That reminds me, Jem we need to go we've probably set off alarms with this crap.”
The large animal quirked his ears and sniffed the air.
“No, you aren't going anywhere, we're leaving and we're getting our daughter. Stay away from her.” The man said grabbing Jem's arm again.
“No, I'm not going with you. I have a job to do and I have full custody remember.” Jem demanded angrily.
“Ari, stop being crazy!” he shouted.
I can sense your friends, there is something big happening.
“Fuck, okay I've had it.” Sanura growled throwing the rifle down on the sink. She stormed up to the guy who was supposedly Jem's ex husband and pressed a few pressure points on his chest and arm.
He dropped quickly.
“what did you do to him!” Jem exclaimed.
“Knocked him out using pressure points. He's going to wake up with a massive head ache unless you let me kill him.”
“No, don't kill him I'm grabbing his whip though.” She picked up the weapon on his side.
Sanura grabbed Jem's good arm and led her out of the bathroom. Picking up her gun on the way. “Come on, lead the way.”
She turned to look at her feline companion who had shrunk his form and was headed off into the wall.
Jem looked at Sanura for a moment as they tried to blend into the crowd. Sanura had tucked her gun back into the backpack and so far it would look like the guy had tried to smuggle in a weapon and who was going to believe him anyway.
“I don't' want to know okay? Whatever he was going on about I really don't wanna know right now.” Sanura warned the pixie. Jem remained quiet, the experience must have left her drained.
“Come on we've got to move faster.” Sanura tried to keep up with the energy signature. “I have a feeling things are going to get a lot worse really quickly.”
“What do you mean?”
“That was a half trained Tzu, I have the feeling there are more.”
“There are more, we were running from another one before that one caught us in the bathroom.” Jem explained and Sanura stopped.
“Did you kill it?” She demanded.
'No, their sick.” Jem protested. “You don't kill mentally ill people for being mentally ill.”
“Jem, their not sick their the sickness. What do you seriously think we're doing, saving them?”
“Yes.” Was her simple response. “From themselves.”
“No, we're hunting them down. Their all trying to invade and take over everything.” Sanura explained in utter bewilderment. Then she stopped shook her head and made a mental reminder. Jem was a pixie, they weren't exactly the most violent of creatures as is and Jem seemed even more passifist than most. “Okay, never mind lets just go meet up with the others.”
They started moving but they stopped again, the feline was running back towards them.
She's coming, run. He warned sprinting past them. Sanura looked up and saw a woman in a Sailor moon costume looking at both of them very angrily.
“Jem?”
“yeah?”
“I think I found your Tzu.” Sanura said before grabbing the pixie and running the other direction.

Sanura sat at the bar sipping on her drink in frustration, it had been a while now and she had not been able to figure out how to tell who was Sue and who wasn't. It was harder in this environment, their scent was masked by the heat, the air conditioners and worse the smell of humans.
It wasn't a bad smell, just over powering for her. It had been too long since she'd been in the same room with so many humans and nearly no non human creatures. Even the energy signatures were being over shadowed by the human mass. Back home a gathering of such proportions would end up with most of the humans killed for conspiracy.
She'd walked around, checked out the things they were offering but kept getting distracted when she spotted a potential Sue who turned out to be someone in costume.
“There has to be an easier way to find them.” She growled to herself. She hadn't seen the others, gods knew where they were in this place but she had to assume they were alright.
She watched the people walking by, all of them dressed up and something caught her eye it was something in a woman's arm. It was a baby, normally that wouldn't have peaked her attention but it was what the child was wearing. It was a infant animal costume and an idea suddenly ran through her head.
“Sanura you're an idiot!” she berated herself.
Of course, it was so stupid the answer had been sitting in front of her the whole time. She got up and started towards one of the few empty rooms, this wouldn't take long but it wasn't a good idea to get caught by the mortals. It was going to be complicated to explain.
She kept looking around but there weren't any empty places, she resorted to finding the bathroom which was a nightmare of its own. There was a massive line and a majority of the women who were waiting had decided to wear the most complicated outfits she'd ever seen.
After a while she finally had a stall to herself. She dug in her backpack, pulling out a small notepad and a pen.
She pulled the mask upwards and with a frown began drawing something on the paper. She kept it quiet and quickly. After she was done she ripped the paper off the pad and crumpled it up into a ball. She started silently chanting cupping her hands with the paper safely in her hands.
At first nothing happened, anyone looking might think she'd lost her mind but after a few minutes the paper started melting from her hands onto the floor. A small amount of light flickering as it did.
“Hey the hotel power must be flickering.” she heard one of the women complain from the sink area.
After a few more minutes the paper was gone from her hands and sitting on the floor was a very small cat like animal, it wasn't exactly a cat but its small face looked cunning, its tail sleek and its ears perked high. It was pure white, it's eyes tinted an odd shade of gold.
Sanura sighed, it had been a long time since she'd tried that. “Okay.”
She kept her voice very low. “I need your help.”
The animal tilted it's small head curiously coming closer to it's maker. As it moved it seemed to shimmer into pure light.
“I'm looking for Sue's.” She explained, her voice barely audible. “Do you understand?”
It nodded and without waiting for her it dashed off. Sanura sighed hoping that it hadn't been noticed and got up, flushing the toilet as not to get anyone upset and left the bathroom.
No one noticed, if any normal people actually tried to see it all they'd see is a piece of paper.
She walked out following the trail her new little pet made knowing she wouldn't honestly be able to keep up with the energy for long. She walked around as casually as possible for about twenty minutes and then she saw him sitting by a door.
“In there?” she mouthed to him, it nodded and laid down licking it's paw.
Sanura stepped inside and was surprised to see that the room was empty except for three young looking women, all of them in costumes perfect hair, not a strand out of place. Their faces done in make up without a single thing done wrong but it wasn't their appearance that would surprise you, it was the sense of energy they were letting off. A smell, something that wouldn't be detected easily by normal people, Sanura could barely tell.
Sue's.
“Low ranked.” she muttered to herself, no obvious weapons, stances too relaxed to be real warriors even if they were Sue's. Sadly this was going to be way too easy. Her little pet slid next to her and looked up at her expectantly.
“You're sure their Sue's?” she mouthed and it looked at her in offense. He bared his sharp little fangs and and moved into the room, straight for the Sue's.
He rubbed his head against one of the Sue's legs almost lovingly. The woman, who looked to be a natural blond looked down with a frown.
“What is it?” The other one asked.
“I thought I felt something touch me.” she frowned. As the creature moved away a pink energy seemed to cover the area. Sanura sighed, she'd made the thing cocky hadn't she?
Yes, it was definitely a Sue. She moved quickly, guns would make noise, she didn't have a silencer with her. Knives would be good but she needed to be quick, three could scream pretty loudly if they wanted to and there was always the possibility that there was Tzu's around, Sanura could not put that out of her mind.
Also though her creation seemed absolutely sure that they were Sue's Sanura could not take the chance that they weren't but knowing that they were definitely possible suspects narrowed her options. She closed her hand into a fist and started muttering a complex spell.
It happened quick, she opened her hand up when she reached the closest Sue and did a open hand strike right between the woman's breasts. If she wasn't a Sue it would just hurt a lot and maybe crack a rib or two which would draw unnecessary attention but it was a risk she needed to take.
As her hand connected the woman opened her mouth to yell but nothing came out, no sound at all. Only a strange look crossed her face before she dispersed into millions of particles of light.
Sanura felt the burn in her hand and she knew she wouldn't be able to do it too many more times. The other two women were shocked, utterly shocked and Sanura could see the fear in their eyes. It was a strange idea that Sue's could feel fear but so many creatures in the multi verse felt that in the face of their end.
Sanura moved quickly between the two women and touched both women at the same time, she felt the burn in both hands this time and they both disappeared into nothing.
“Fuck, now I remember why I hate doing that.” She muttered to herself as she checked that the Sue's were completely gone. Her new companion snickered at her and opened its mouth.
You should know better. He teased.
“oh shut up.” She growled. “or I'll turn you back to paper.”
You're going to do that anyway once you're done with me, I'm going to have fun with it. He purred contently.
“So where can you find me more Sue's?' Sanura crossed her arms looking at him expectantly.
Oh, there are many Sue's. He purred excitedly. All sorts, not weaklings like those ones. Warriors.
“Tzu's.” Sanura whispered.
The creature laughed. Oh, more than just that.
“You aren't going to tell me are you?” Sanura growled in frustration.
It isn't for me to tell you, ask the dragon. He looked at her as he said it but then he tilted his head .
“what's wrong?” Sanura narrowed her eyes.
A Fay, is about to be in a lot of trouble. He growled and started out of the room.

Hi, I've been looking for a fic where Sasuke became the Otokage and Tsunade asked for his support for Naruto to become the Hokage. Then, he had the flashback on how he became Kage. It was when people /refugees started to move into Oto and rebuild the village. Karin was there but I forgot if Suigetsu and Juugo was too. I think it was a oneshot. It's been quite a while, so I'm not sure if it's still up. I would greatly appreciate it if someone would tell me the name of the fic or/and the author. Thnx!

This story is meant to let you see what matters most to you. Read the story and then rank the characters.
There was once a couple who had been married for several years. The husband worked hard, many hours and was never home and the little time he was he was too tired to spend any time with his wife.
Though the wife loved her husband dearly she had begun to feel neglected, lonely and unsatisfied, so she sought out a lover. She found one who was more than capable of satisfying her needs but there was a downfall to it. Her lover lived on the other side of town and she had to walk there and back to go and see him. She did, everyday after her husband left for work she would walk to meet her lover at his apartment.
When the affair began people around his neighborhood warned her that she must never be out at night, that she should be home before the sun set because there was a madman who would come out the second the sun was fully down and without prejudice would kill anyone who roamed around.
She heeded the warning and made sure to be home before the sun set every day. Except one day, in the heat of the passion time ran away from her and it was much later than it normally was for her to leave. She knew that she would not reach the safety of her home before nightfall and she became afraid.
She turned to her lover to help her, to perhaps drive her home or get her a taxi but he looked at her and scoffed. Telling her he was not responsible for her, that it was not his problem and it was her own fault for loosing track of time.
Against her better judgment she risked leaving, knowing she had to get home to her husband. She walked the street and watched as the sun began to set. As a last hope she saw a ferryman preparing to leave and she ran to him desperately, begging him to let her cross the river so she would not be killed.
Except when the ferryman discovered she had no money to give him he told her no and left her to her fate.
The sun set and as she was told the man came out from the shadows and killed her.
In this particular story each character has a part to play in the death. Rank them as you see who has the most responsibility. 1 for the character who has the most blame and 5 for the character you feel has the least to blame.
Example


Wife

Lover

Husband

Ferryman

Madman

There is no wrong answer, choose them however you feel is right. Each character represents something you value. The first being the thing you value most the fifth the least.

Across town, an auburn haired goddess, relaxed in the throne she had created for herself at the end of a narrow dead end alley. A heel hung lazily off her toes as she bounced the crossed leg, the small tic showing her frustration. It was bad enough that she was here by herself, the idiots just weren't making it any better. By her estimation, while there were hundreds of the nasty bitches, but it seemed like someone had decided to put all the fledglings on this side of town. Idly, she picked up a quill from the never ending supply next to her and sent it winging with deadly accuracy at the next Sue's heart. The bloated female form exploded instantly, adding quotes of purple prose to the already graffiti-ed walls around them.
"Nine hundred and ninety nine Sue's on the street, Nine hundred ninety nine Sue," Apollo sang, off key just enough to prove her Author status, "Pop one down, pass the erasers around, Nine hundred and ninety eight Sues on the street."
If she had to say so, Apollo honestly was quite pleased with herself for the little ditty and kept singing it under her breath and the redemption of the English language continued. When the walls finally got to the point that one could no longer read the words being strewn across them, she rose, slipping her feet back into the stiletto with ease. Clapping her hands, she amplified the sound so that even the Sue's in the back could hear it.
"Now hear ye hear ye, destroyers of prose!" Apollo proclaimed. "If you insist on fighting me, could you at least give me the common courtesy of at least fighting fair? I mean come on! One at a time? I'm picking you off like fruit flies in a rotting apple orchard!"
She could see the Sue's look at each other in confusion. A brave Sue from the front spoke, "But there is more glory if we fight you one on one and win!" Her sentiment was echoed through out the crowd as the Sue's nodded and agreed, looking rather pleased with themselves.
"But you will all die... Didn't you guys see what I was doing to your friends?"
The one that seemed to be acting as a spokesperson opened her mouth again much to Apollo's annoyance, "They were obviously not worthy of killing an opponent such as yourself. Besides, Sue's have no friends! Only sycophantic followers that review and gush!"
Apollo threw her hands in the air, "Oh for fuck's sake! Just attack me at once, so perhaps you have a chance of walking out of here alive!"
There were some mutterings as they seemed to discuss it amongst themselves, no one Sue having an original enough thought to make any type of valid argument. Apollo examined her nails, realizing that at some point in the fight, she'd manage to chip the polish. Silently, she vowed that the Sue's would pay for that slight a thousand times over. When the murmur of noise died down, she looked up, wondering if they had finally come to a decision.
"We will do as you ask, but only for the greater glory of Mary Sue!" declared the leader right before the entire mob surged forward.
For the briefest of moments, Apollo wondered if that had been the smartest of plans as they descended on her. Climbing on to the seat of the throne, she watched the end of the alley until she was sure that they were all in it. With a quick wave, she sealed off the opposite end before materializing a book in her hand and levitating above the Sues. Slowly, she began to read the great classics, the Bronte sisters, Shakespeare, Dickens and the like. One by one the Sues began to drop to the ground, ink pouring from their ears, mouth and nose before they burst. When no more bodies littered the alley, Apollo broke off her recital.
Glaring in distaste at the sheer volume of ink and purple prose that blanketed the alley, Apollo picked her way through, trying to find spots that hadn't been violated. Reaching the end, the wall disappeared and she stepped back into the street. Musing herself, she realized that these most likely had been diversionary troops as they weren't as hard to destroy as the ones earlier had been. So that the real battle was going on elsewhere, they just didn't want her involved. Cursing the head of the Sues soundly, Apollo set off to find her companions. Damn world, she was getting tired of it already...

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Foe looked over the contents of the cell phone as he led the group outside, Sanura lingering close to keep on her phone as well as answer any questions thus earning her a mild glare from Michelle. “Alright, let’s start-“ Foe began as he walked out the door only to be cut off as a car clips the doorway and spirals out into the street taking the door with it. “Well, DA’s not going to be happy about that.” Foe sighed as everyone pushed past him to see what just happened.
The driver was slumped on the steering wheel barely moving as she recovered from the sudden collision, but the hyenas sitting in the back seat almost immediately started yapping. “Not now, babies, Mommy needs her beauty sleep.” She mumbled at them quietly with a wave, but this does nothing to sate the yapping of the hyenas.
“Isn’t that Harley Quinn?” Demo asked a few seconds before an ill placed Howitzer round blasted out a large chunk of the street knocking Harley’s car on its side, drawing a scream from Harley and a pair of terrified yips from the hyenas.
“She won’t be for much longer!” A Mary Sue shouted from the top of a building, dressed just like Harley aiming a rather oversized howitzer at the disheveled wreck that was Harley’s car. “Then the Joker will be all mine!” She cried with a sinister cackle.
Without hesitation Michelle flew into the path of the howitzer, with a boom almost instantly Michelle was hurled into the pavement as the round exploded in the air. “Michelle!” Foe yelled, a groan being his only response from the crater that the super heroine now occupied. “Fine, like fireworks, see how you like these!” Foe shouted as he pulled out a grenade from his coat and hurling at the Sue, it bounced once off the barrel of the howitzer before the entire top of the building was engulfed in a huge explosion. “Guess she had more up there then I thought.” Foe announced quietly.
“Yes! One less I need to kill to get Joker all to myself!” A Harley double cheered as she ran out of an alleyway a large claymore in hand. “No, he’ll be mine!” Another cried as she walked into the street. Others quickly joined their sisters, matching shouts and hollers with more claims of possession of the Joker. “Quiet! We can figure out who the Joker belongs to after we kill off Harley!” One shouted from the back, her pair of large katanas strapped to her back and purple and green stylized costume setting her apart from the other Sues. The response to her directing command was met with a quire of mixed praise and battle cry.
“But Mr.J is my Puddin’…” Harley commented to herself as she tried to get her bearings, her two pet hyenas staring at her quietly looking for reassurance. “It’s ok; Mama’s got a plan.” She reassured them as they nuzzled her, giving them each a pet and a grin as one of her duplicates rounded the car with a switch blade in hand. “Shit!” Harley shrieked as she pulled her pistol and fired a trio of shots into the chest of her doppelganger who fell back and slumped to the ground. “Where are these whackos coming from and why do they want my Puddin’?” She sighed to herself as her hyenas stared at the felled Harley clone.
“Because he’s too good for you!” A Mary Sue hissed from behind as she raised a large axe over her head. Harley gasped and aimed her pistol quickly, pulling the trigger only to get a soft click out of the revolver. Harley’s eyes went wide before she closed them tight and braced for what was going to be her final moments; only for the end to not come from her. “Buh-but I was so close…” The Mary Sue stuttered as Harley looked up only to see a gapping hole in the Sue’s chest, blood trickling out of it slowly, the outline of the tip of a blade shown from the blood trailing along it’s near invisible edge.
With a soft slide to the side Kelk almost gently ushered the Sue to the side before dropping her unceremoniously. “Really, it’s a waste of talent.” Kelk sighed staring at the Sue. “Or I suppose I should say a waste of good looks.” He corrected after a second before turning his focus to Harley. “You must be Harley Quinn, a pleasure to meet you.” Kelk stated curiously while kneeling down to her and reaching for her hand only to pull back as Bud snapped at his hand while Lou moved to guard Harley.
“Bud! We don’t bite at people who save us! Unless its bats, then we go for the throat!” Harley scolded the hyena who whimpered and backed away from Kelk. “Now, who are you?” Harley questioned with a great deal of feigned angry that was completely undermined by her slight grin.
“My apologies, I am Kelk,” Kelk told her with a mischievous smile while taking Harley’s hand and kissing it. “And I am here to get you to safety.” He continued with a grin as the hyenas began yipping at some cross between anger and excitement.
“Ain’t you a charmer?” Harley cooed as an explosion rocked the half flipped car looming over them. “Alright, Mr. Knight, how’re you planning on getting me to safety with all those crazies out there trying to kill me?” She spat out quickly as the battle began to broil just on the other side of the vehicle.
“Simple.” Kelk claimed helping Harley to her feet. “With misdirection and cunning.” He continued as he throw his cloak around her. Harley’s eyes went wide at the cloak, she hadn’t even realized he was wearing one and then suddenly he grabbed the edge and it was there. Yet, not there, she still couldn’t really see the outside of it, but she could see the grey inside of it fine. “Now, just move with me.” Kelk told her firmly as he wrapped an arm around her and began guiding her at a quick pace towards on the alleys.
Harley grabbed the edge of the cloak that was draped over her and peered carefully around it at the battle field. It was surreal; it was like watching dozens of copies of her fighting a few unusual people that she’d never even heard of before. She knew that bats had a few friends from that Justice thingy, but she’d never expected to see any of them here in Gotham. Though, she’d also never expected to see a large number of copies of herself trying to kill her so that they could take Mr. J from her.
Kelk ushered her quickly into the alleyway, the hyenas trailing only a short distance behind them. “Aren’t they going to see my babies?” Harley asked Kelk as loudly as she felt she could without giving away where they were. Kelk smirked the devil’s grin; it reminded Harley of the Joker’s smile when she was first running with him.
“I’m counting on it.” Kelk whispered. Abruptly he twirled out of the cloak draping leaving it draped over Harley, the sudden weight of the whole thing taking her by surprise and almost knocking her to the ground. “Ladies!” Kelk stated loudly as Harley found the wall and braced herself against it. “Surely such beautiful women such as yourselves would have something better to do with your time then to hunt a side kick?” Kelk asked in a boisterous voice, Harley would have shouted at him if she wasn’t trying so hard from falling down and find the edge of the cloak again.
“Either tell us where she went or get out of the way!” One of the Mary Sue hissed as Harley found an edge of the massive cloak, and peered out of the veil part of it. Her doppelgangers must have been fewer then twenty feet away and yet they were all staring at the strange with purple hair and pants.
Kelk dropped his arms in defeat. “Aw, I really was hoping to resolve this without violence, but it seems there’s no other way.” Kelk sighed; Harley could hear the smile on his face.
“Then die quickly!” One of the Sues shouted as she swung at him with a huge sword. Harley gasped as Kelk grabbed the pommel with one hand and punched the Sue in the stomach with the other. The double froze for a second before staggering back, dropping her sword, a gapping hole of a stab wound pouring blood from her stomach. She looked at Kelk in shock before collapsing to the ground. “You bastard!” Another of her impersonators charged Kelk, but was not going to fall for the same trick her sister did.
Harley watched them fight; Kelk was almost hypnotic in his movements, lucky or perhaps skillful in his dodging on their attacks. Though, one by one, they fell, a cut here, a slash there, all from a near invisible weapon that matched Kelk’s fist. He was both toying with them and working to end the fight the best he could.
She was almost lost in watching his fighting when she noticed another of her copies sneaking up on him from her side of the alley. Luckily the duplicate had not seen her, but Harley could see the long knife in her hand and was sure she knew what the fake was going to try. Harley reached for her purse, but realized it was missing, lost when she wrecked. She cursed herself silently, she should have remembered it.
Kelk side stepped the last Sue’s thrust before returning it with his own; sinking his Kar’Renk blade deep into her sternum with a meaty thump. The Sue looked at him and cursed at him but only managing to cough up blood before slumping to the ground. “Well, that was easier then-“ He started before a heavy metal thump echoed from behind him, he whipped around and caught the limp body of one of the Sues as she fell into him.
“You’re not the only one who can fight Mr. Knight.” Harley boasted with a wide grin and brandishing a metal pipe. His stealth cloak sitting cast off to the side.
Kelk grinned at her. “No, I suppose I’m not.” He conceded with a smile, though the battle was far from done, he was glad that his current predictions were correct.

Meanwhile,back in Sin City on terra firma- the land of the lost, dazed, and confused- a nervously humming woman underneath an umbrella led her trailers on a merry chase along the neon-lit streets. Cars and taxis went by as gamblers and tourist went to their shows and casinos after conventions and other such wholesome activities were finished for the day. Her dark-blue eyes trying to make sense of her surroundings and determine what she needed to do now. She was having absolutely no luck in finding anyone, never mind in figuring out how she was going to locate CAL.
Her options were grim and it was looking more and more like she had been left behind, it might have been so hectic that no-one would have noticed. Jem hated to admit it to herself, but they probably wouldn't miss her. She hadn't been much help to them really so probably not that great a loss for them. Again, that seemed to be the story of her life really. She had to stop for a moment to shake off the urge to fall to her knees and cry, it was just silly paranoia. Besides, would it matter either way? She'd still have to survive here no matter what, so no time for silly melancholy.
"Come on feet, only a little further. If we don't find anyone, we'll get a cheap room somewhere. We're in Vegas, surely there's a cheap hotel somewhere that isn't a brothel in disguise. Oh wait, prostitution is legal in Nevada... I think."
Her self rumination were interrupted as a rather large explosion happened only a few blocks away. She blinked as one of the flying debris decided to take a chunk out of her umbrella's fabric. Her eyes narrowed as she completely missed the whole cause of the flying chunk of asphalt and metal, but instead focused on the hole that was in the old fabric print of butterflies and rainbows.
Alright, it was a childishly foolish choice, but it was what the shop had at the time. More importantly, it was her only umbrella and way of keeping the moonlight from hitting her while she was outside! She didn't exactly relish the idea of walking about risking letting others see her wings and markings, if that happened... Well, she managed not to shudder at the thought of being vivisected by curious scientist on the alien they had found.
Still, angry and irate, the fae decided to storm off towards the large explosion after she finally noticed it.
So, thusly unencumbered, Jem ran into the disaster as oblivious as any author into running into a dangerous situation. She was on a problem-solving mission after all; she had to discover why this explosion happened that destroyed her only umbrella! Then, it would go to search-and-rescue... Mainly, the finding of injured and somehow treating their wounds without giving herself away too much.
The later concern normally would have been her primary concern except for the fact it had been a LONG day and night, that umbrella was her only shield to hide her at the moment inconvenient markings, and she really wanted a long bath followed by a cup of hot Darjeeling tea and double chocolate brownies with chocolate chips in them iced by dark chocolate icing. So, finding out WHY her umbrella had to be destroyed was a little ahead of her usual concerns. At least her feet were appropriately clad for what she was doing this time. Her followers had to be wondering what was wrong with this woman as she went straight towards the heart of an explosion if they weren't already running in that general direction. The explosion had already dragged them off her tail as more pressing matters called, heroes and all that jazz really. Although this is a moot point to bring up as the pixie had yet to realize she was being tailed in the first place!
Not that this all mattered as she ran right into the heart of a nightmare. At least a few smaller hotels and touristy sites were severely damaged as what seemed to be an army of leather-clad dominatrices of all stripes flooded the region chasing after the fleeing civilians. Five were engaged in combat with a black man using green light against them and as a living-lightning person went about fighting next to a rather normal looking blonde. Yep, this was a nightmare she walked into, or was this where she had entered again? No... That was Metropolis... Yeah, she was lost. Oh well, only one thing to do, ask some one.
"Excuse me... I mean excuse me... Ah dammit all to hell and back. HEY YOU! PSYCHO DOMINATRIX IN CHEAP PLEATHER OVER THERE! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" A frustrated pixie finally gave up on politely getting the attention of one of rampaging women and just started yelling until one got the message. Of course she did regret that when said pleather clad psycho dominatrix decided to give the insulting oddball her undivided attention.
Yep, Jem found herself dodging several whip lashes by tripping over her own two feet in the attempt to dodge them in the first place. It was just rather unfortunate that her umbrella got snapped into two pieces at it's central support after it caught the first swipe and a briefest edge of metal slivered against the plumper woman's cheek drawing forth a thin line of blood that was starting to ooze. Face wounds do bleed alot after all, apparently so do wings when the moonlight forced an outlined connection to them. A faint trace of red started to fill in the shimmering lines as the swirling silver marks were quite visible if anyone was bothering to look. Fortunately for Jem, not many were except for the woman she had apparently pissed off.
"Who do you think you're calling a psychotic cheaply-pleather clad dominatrix you fat cow of a freak! Have some respect. Are your eyes faulty? Can you not see our superiority and claim you falling winged heifer. Why don't you just be a good little sheep and submit to us and our mistress slave!"
The horrible statements were all said between and punctuated by the slashing of the cat-o-nine tails in her hand. Well, it at least beat the odd-looking gun holstered at her side really. The overweening arrogance that came through each over-enunciated word made Jem want to grit her teeth as she kept tripping.
"Oh fuck this." Spitting those words out as she bit her tongue on the last stumble, Jem hummed frantically as shield of twinkling stars blocked the next lash with a bit of sparkles trailing the weapons movement. Taking the moment to wipe away the near hits that had landed about her shoulders and face the fae gave up the ghost of hiding her abilities any further. Admittedly they weren't as impressive as those of the three fighting hordes of the cheap harlots elsewhere but she was just so tired of this! "I'm really getting tired of this you know, that really didn't answer a damn thing!"
Focusing as hard as she could to keep the shield up against the laser of the strange side-arm as it fired, Jem made a desperate decision again. Her humming kept up as she focused all of her might of will on gathering her mithral chain dice bag out of her pouch o' holding as she could jokingly call it. Well, it was the only weapon she had... Pulling out an oddly shaped twenty-sided die, she tossed it up in the air to grab it quickly and started to chant an odd sounding language as it revealed a 20 facing up. Fumbling for ten six-sided dice as she attempted to dodge when the barrier shattered into pieces of twinkling dust and light. Scattered bits of laser went through her lower leg and grazed her side. Screaming out in pain she tossed the dice up in a quick toss and ended up hitting her attacker in the face.
Taking the opportunity presented, the fae whacked the villain sue with the dice bag as she flailed. Grabbing the dropped ten dice that were strewn on the ground, she tossed them to her other hand and started to pray to the mother moon and father of day and life for a miracle. It happened as a moonbeam landed over the sue and solidified for the briefest flash of a second. A loud scream was heard in that moment, although the street still looked the exact same as it did earlier. Rubble was strewn about haphazardly. The fight of the members of the JLA against the mobbing sues was continuing as they kept swarming in from who knew where.
An injured wine-haired woman looked at the screaming pleather-clad dominatrix as she screamed in pain and had reddened patches on her visible skin momentarily before fading away to normal. Although her screaming did cease finally. The six-sided dice revealed to have three sixes, two four, one five, one one, and three two showing on the facing sides as they laid on the ground. Jem scouted away as quick as she could. The end of a laser gun was not a fun thing to look up at, especially when the black-haired bitch holding it was glaring at her.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME YOU FUCKING FAT WHORE?!"
The profane shrieking continued as the blasts grew more erratic. Maybe this wasn't her brightest idea to date... Yeah. Jem was really starting to reconsidering this one...
"I'M GOING TO THROTTLE YOUR DEAD BODY YOU DISGUSTING PIG! DIE!"
Jem really was starting to wonder if the woman's throat was going to give as she finally found where her dice bag had landed when she had been hit earlier. Grabbing it as she tried to bring up another barrier. The blows struck against a flimsy shield, leaving spider-webbing cracks with each blast or lash that hit in the near over-whelming flurry that was focusing on her.

lawlz, a man ALWAYS knows when he's "getting hard." a lotta girls may not even have the slightest idea about this, but there's actually a long, long, LONG time where the guy's not hard at all (depending on the situation of course).
assuming all things equal (no pressing urgency, etc), a guy sorta starts getting "tingly" let's say. it's a shift in his breathing, in the flow of his blood. usually, he'll do a sorta half-shift, a reposition of sorts, because his dick is getting "twitchy" and he doesn't want it to show through his pants. any man who's finished puberty is EXCELLENT at controlling and concealing his erections. it's sort of a "trial by fire" if you will. after a few years of suffering from rock-hard erections that come and go in a flash, at incredibly inoppertune times, we kinda learn to deal.
but more to your original question, the best analogy I've ever been able to come up with is this: all men have a penis. a penis he likes very, very much. easiest explanation? girls, think about your tongue. think about how often you move it around in your mouth, outside of talking or eating. think about how sensitive it is, how often you accidentally burn or bite it. how generally aware of it you are at all times.
now put that between your legs. that is a penis. men are ALWAYS generally aware of their penis. it's a protruding object in a very inconvenient place. god, I can even think of the number of times I accidentally sit on my balls and flinch in pain every day. hah, well it's probably not even one or two times a week, but still, those few times I do I remember it (ow!).
when I stand up, I feel it drop and shift. if I switch positions, sometimes I have to adjust it because otherwise it will look REALLY FREAKING OBVIOUS where it is. I am aware of it at all times. I am on constant alert for flying/falling object that seek to harm it, because GOD does that hurt. it's like getting knifed in the kidneys, even with just a glancing blow. all men know this, all men fear this (well, maybe not the weird, creepy guys who like to pay hot women to knee them in the balls, but you're probably not writing about those in slash are you? ).
anyways, does that kind of give you some background information about the penis itself? the whole tongue-thing should sort of be kept in mind when trying to explain an erection. I don't know how in-depth of an explanation you want though.
I mean, it's really kind of two-part system. the guy started feeling aroused first. like I mentioned earlier, it's just... a shift in the blood. his lips part maybe, or his interest increases. it's very subtle. basically though, his body's just being like "hey! hey dude! if we're gonna get hard, I'm ready! just lettin' you know!"
his dick's not even hard at all at this point. it probably hasn't even swelled, to the naked eye. it's kind of... poised, though. on the precipice. then, depending on whether there's going to be more sexually stimulating stuff going on, it might get harder, it might soften, depending on how anxious he feels about it. like, if he's kinda into what's going on, it'll slowly inflate as he gets more into it. if he's turned on, but he knows he's not getting any or it's not "stimulating" enough, or if he simply has a great deal of self-control, he'll stay in a semi-hard state for a bit before his body realizes nothing fun is gonna happen and gives up. he may be still *aroused* for a good while, but his erection is not into it. his body has better things to do (and, of course that doesn't preclude him from getting hard later).
physically, there's ALWAYS readjustment. depending on the position his penis is in, getting hard could be a fucking *bitch*. if like, the penis is tucked downward, alongside the crease of the hip and leg, getting hard is fine. pleasant, even! the resistence gives a bit of friction with each pulse of blood and the guy's kind of "safe" because his dick's tucked away in an unnoticable spot. if it's along the length of the leg though, fuck! that shit sucks! you either have this obvious tube arcing over one leg, or it starts to get REALLY hard and slides up to nuzzle your waistband! then the guy has to shift position, or readjust somehow to either relieve the tightness of his stomach pushing against his dick pushing against his waistband, or to conceal the obvious boner he has.
and then for the actual penis, that really depends on the guy. some dudes have a high pain tolerance, and can jerk off with just their hand. others just require spit, and then some guys (usually uncut) won't let you even think about touching their dick without a handful of lotion or lather. uncut is different too, because it's like a tight ring of skin sliding out over a very sensetive tip. purse your lips tightly and then slide your tongue through them. it's kind of like that, depending on the tightness of the guy's foreskin (ranging from hella tight to really loose).
then, depending on how horny the guy is, his dick could be a mere shadow of its real self (if he's not interested, anxious, bored) or it could pack on exxxxtra inches like no tomorrow, surprising even the dude who owns it (if he's SUPER-ULTRA-MEGA turned on!).
of course, neither case is necessarily a garauntee of climax. erections can be so hard the dude's willing to drive it through a brick if he has to, and then other times he's going great and suddenly he feels the blood returning to the rest of his body and he's like "no no no stay hard please stay hard!" only now he's super worried and the hot babe looking at him is making him feel emasculated and weak and that's only making it worse and now his erection has turned into a limp droop
but short answer is: a man might be surprised by his erection on the rare occasion that something has captured 99% (NINETY NINE PERCENT) of his attention/is so unbelievably erotic that his brain is on overload and he can't hardly think, but generally no. guys know when they're going to get one, whether to stop it from happening, and how to shift, adjust, and sit so that no one around them has a clue.

I think there's one or two things I can contribute with, that haven't been touched yet. For you girls, I think that the best way to imagine how an erection feels like, clothes or not, is to think of your clitoris. Some of you may not know this, but a clitoris is basically an internal penis. The actual clit would be the equivalent of the male glans (the 'head' of the penis) and it's just the tip of the larger body that extends behind your vaginal wall. If you want to know what an erection feels like, then get aroused and pay close attention to how your clit behaves. You'll notice that at first it's just small, but that as your arousal increases, it begins to swell with blood and become very responsive to pleasure. That's pretty much what we feel, too (and really, it's the exact same erectile tissue, the sensations are practically the same), including the build-up to an orgasm.
You can also draw a parallel between a clitoris and an uncut cock. A clit has a 'hood' covering it, called prepuce, which is pretty much the female equivalent of a guy's foreskin (so if you want to know how foreskin feels like, well... you have a way to find out). It protects the clit from abrasion and chafing. This varies from guy to guy and woman to woman, but generally, a woman who's not aroused or only slightly so might actually feel discomfort or pain if (for example) a guy rolls back the prepuce and tongues her clit directly. That happens to uncut guys who aren't fully hard, too. As the levels of arousal increase, the erectile tissue is capable of enduring more direct contact, to the point where it's actually very pleasurable for both to apply direct stimulation.
And finally, a penis is not (usually) something that can be turned on and off like a lamp. Going from limp to throbbing hard and back again isn't something that happens in a matter of seconds (save specific exceptions, like exceedingly powerful stimuli). There are stages of hardness, but the time that takes the guy to go from one to another varies depending on the guy in question and what's triggering the arousal. Also, not all guys have the same amount of stages. Some have just four, some have more, some may even have only three or two.
The first stage is limpness, which is the cock that hasn't even begun to experience arousal. This is the default state (when an erection is the default state, it's called priapism and it's a very hilarious illness). Then there's the 'stirring' stage, where the male first sees something vaguely arousing. He might catch a glimpse of cleavage or start fantasizing. The cock is not hard here, but it sends 'warning signs' to the guy, telling him that if he keeps going down that road, things are going to get stiff. If the guy is clothed, nothing is visible. If the guy is naked, his cock might twitch on its own or even roll lazily a little, across his leg/navel/hip. Might grow an inch or so if the guy's a grower (that is, if his cock changes size between limp and hard. Some guys have the same size regardless of arousal, they're usually called 'showers'). Then you have the 'half-hard' stage, in which the arousal continues its course and blood begins to flow into the penis. Here is when the guy starts to get slightly stiff and his dick starts to grow. If the stimulus isn't strong enough, the growth might stop here. If a guy catches sight of a nice ass, for example, maybe it won't get him fully hard (depends on his personal tastes), but it might be enough to get his blood flowing. Usually the cock remains like this for a few moments even after the arousing stimulus has passed, it doesn't immediately go back to limp (assuming he doesn't see something horrifying that completely kills his mood, of course). It's like his cock is saying "hey, are you SURE you don't want to keep thinking about that ass? I already have all this blood here, it would be a shame to send it back to the body..."
Some guys have different stages of hardness, and whether all or some of them should be called "fully" hard is a matter of debate. What they all have in common is that a guy can orgasm in this state. If a guy is jerking off, for example, to relieve stress or because he's used to it or because his body demands release, he might not become 100% hard. He might only reach 90% of his potential, but it's still enough to climax. It's like a chore, the guy's not really into it. He gets hard enough to do his job, comes, and then he goes back to limp very fast (in a minute or less). Now, if the guy is actually interested and he's very aroused, he might reach his peak and become as hard as he can get. The main difference between these is basically the intensity of the orgasm and the volume of cum. In the first case, the guy may have a quick orgasm and shoot a small load, maybe a couple of shots. In the latter, the guy may have a longer, 'better' orgasm, and his ejaculation might be a little or a lot more copious. Oh, and in the latter case, the cock usually stays hard for a long time after climaxing (from a couple of minutes to remaining hard enough to go at it again once the refractory period is finished). Of course, some guys have more than these stages. Maybe a guy gets 80% hard when he's jerking off every day, but he can get 90% hard when he's getting laid, and 100% hard when his girlfriend/boyfriend has him tied down and spanks him with gusto; or he engages in his favorite fetish. It varies.
And as a closing advice: watch porn. No, seriously. The best way to familiarize yourselves with a penis is by looking at it so often and from such different angles that you can practically draw it with your eyes closed. Look at the different shapes they come in, how they change color depending on how hard they are, how most guys will start dribbling precome if they're REALLY aroused and they're not getting any. It doesn't need to be video, of course. Pictures/manga/etc work just fine, too. The key is to get as familiar with it as you can.
I think that's all, hope this helps iron out some leftover details on the matter.

Name: Kelk
Titles: The Knowing Watcher, The Truest Deceiver, The Tarenth’s Cunning, Plan’s Bane, and The Flesh Ravager (no one actually recognizes the title of Flesh Ravager even though Kelk periodically introduces himself as such)
Gender: Male
Race: Tarenth, specifically Kar’Tarenth’Garnev
Age: Dead, or really old if you still count ages after you die
Height: Human design 6’3”, Tarenth design 7’6” normal stance, Tarenth design 8’4” tallest stance
Appearance:
Human design body: Kelk is by most descriptions a young and muscular man with what most would call a “pretty” face that is matched by short but shaggy dark purple hair. He tends to favor showing off his build with loose and somewhat revealing clothing, purple being one of his favorite colors. He is by nearly all standards, a pretty boy, though he doesn’t sacrifice his masculine build to achieve this. His deep blue eyes are almost always supported by a mischievous grin of some kind, even when he’s in the dire straights of a situation.
Tarenth design body: There are many humans who have never seen Kelk outside of when he has his human body, though this is equally true for a great many species of aliens and their respective kinds. Due in part because of his desire to slide somewhat seamlessly into most societies he encounters, but also because many find Kelk’s actual appearance to be somewhat intimidating or even scary, however either way it is indeed alien. Kelk’s actual form is that of a digitigrade humanoid that is best described as overly thin. His skin is a deep purple and spotted almost like freckles of an even darker shade, it is incredibly smooth with the muscles underneath displaying obviously from the tension. He stands on the ball of his foot with the heel extending a great distance almost looking like a second reverse knee, causing him to have a long gate and a hunched posture for balance. Though, what strikes most as odd is how thin he is, many assume he is nearly consumed with malnutrition making him appear bonier then he actually is. However, for how odd he looks at first glance, it’s when humans look closely at his face that most find him intimidating. Kelk’s face is perpetually covered with a pair of large flat mandibles that cover his nose and mouth while leaving his eyes exposed, though the extra padding causes his eyes to seem like they are sunken or have extremely deep sockets. His eyes are equally odd, they lack for pupils and glow a faint blue, to many they seem like they are compound eyes like those found on bugs, which isn’t far from the truth though when they move it makes the differences apparent. As for hair, like all Tarenth, Kelk does not have hair; instead he has long tendrils that hang from the back of his head which he often keeps in a braid or in ties.
Abilities: “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic” – Arthur C. Clark
Kelk’s powers are largely limited by his collected technology, that is to say, almost magical in capabilities. Materialization is the standard for Tarenth technology, making them in miniature factories stored in most places and then transporting them through what the Tarenth call the Kar’Renk to the user. No one is quite sure how this teleportation technology works outside of the Tarenth, who also seem to the only species capable of using it.
The other notable thing for Kelk is the fact that he is “immortal” as some would call it. Kelk has died, dozens of times over, but his ghost or “Kar” is able to move to and possess new bodies specially made with Tarenth technology. Once again, no one is really sure how this works, but it’s common place for the Tarenth.

Name: Edward Remus Blades Demortra. Dem or demo for short
Race: Demon/Goliath(dnd race 7+ feet tall on average really strong and can take a lot of punches.)
Age: looks about 20 or so.
Height: 7'8"
Physical Description;
Hair: Foward spiking about 6 inches long shorter on the sides.
Hair Color: Black underneath with bleach blond ontop. think about someone who bleached their hair and let it grow out.
Eye Color: Left eye red right eye black.
Body: Runners build, toned but not Conan the barbarian muscles. Has a scar over his right eye covering over the bridge of his nose to the tip of the left side of his lip.
Personality;
Likes: Sleeping, eating, reading and cooking. Also has an obsession with harem anime.
Dislikes: Breaking his code and the abuse of the strong over the weak.
Hobbies: Writing, cooking, free running and playing the guitar.
Abilities;
Physical: Very strong and very fast
Pryokinetic. Can creat fire and mold it into anything he wishes. Though the more he uses the weaker he gets.
Curse of stone. His body is slowly turning to stone. Currently has his left arm and shoulder turned. He can still move this part of his body but once he completely turns to stone he is a statue till the curse is broken or the end of time. Which ever is sooner.
Sorry if anything is misspelled currently very bad at spelling and grammar. it is kind of my major failing point.